Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
First Snow
Still clutching Khaira's body tightly, Radit seemed to channel the warmth of his body to protect Khaira's small body from the cold winter wind.
It was not winter that made Khaira freeze, it was Radit's embrace that made Khaira freeze in place.
Khaira seemed to cough. "Hem-hem."
Radit just tightens the deck. "Why cough? Hm."
No Khaira had time to answer suddenly small white circles fell from the sky.
The snow!
One hand of Khaira stretched forward, feeling the first snow of her life. It was a precious moment for him to see and feel the snow falling for the first time.
"Salju, Khai." said Radit as he rubbed his chin against Khaira.
"Hem, yes." she replied briefly as her hands were still outstretched feeling every snow falling on her bare palm.
"That's not it, your red palms are cold in the snow" he said, warning.
Khaira did not flinch, she still stretched out her hand and felt snow on her palm.
"It's so beautiful" he said with a smile.
One hand of Radit grabbed Khaira's outstretched hand and felt the falling snow.
"You're more than beautiful, Khai."
Now it is not only Khaira's palms that are red because of the cold feel the snow that falls. Khaira's face was flushed immediately upon hearing Radit's words.
Unfortunately, the smile on Khaira's face suddenly sank. Just the shame and clumsiness he felt right now.
"Khaira's..." Radit called out with his voice that sounded so soft in Khaira's ears.
"Hm. What mas?" the answer.
"Sir papa. I just call your name, Deket just like you like this. I am grateful for every moment with you like this. For your sake, I was willing to leave everything, including my work." he said as he inhaled the fragrance of Khaira's hair.
"You're exaggerating, actually there's no need to go that far. At a time when many people are racing to find a job, you who already have a job and a steady income just take it off." replied Khaira.
"I want to let go of everything as long as I can get you back. You are the center of my life, the center of my heart, the center of my world. You are like the sun to me, and I will always orbit you." Radit actually said his words.
"Please prove what you said, Mom, I need proof of that. If one day you deny how? If your old love comes back again how?" ask Khaira.
"That's not gonna divert my love for you. I've fallen in love with you, and I'll prove it. By living with you like this, I hope the more I can convince you."
Khaira slightly nodded her head, then she thought about switching the topic of their conversation.
"Or not Mas, there are some traditions of people celebrating the first snow" Khaira said.
"What is his tradition?"
"Macem-macem is Mas. In Sweden there is an area called Kiruna, during the winter people there sculpt ice and make the Kiruna Show Festival. In China when winter comes the family will make an onde-onde and make a drinking event together. In South Korea, during the winter, mothers will make Kimchi together. Exciting yes, each country has a special and unique celebration welcoming the winter." the story with eyes that look forward, seeing every snow that fell to make the streets and buildings around it white because it was covered with snow flakes.
Radit listened to Khaira's story, he did not expect his wife to have much knowledge. It is not wrong if Khaira has hundreds of books in her house, surely all the knowledge that Khaira got from reading books.
"You're so smart. Whose wife is he? If we both welcome the first snow by hugging like this. I'm so grateful for the first time I saw snow in my life, and it's with you..." His intentions try to flirt, but in his heart Radit was very grateful, he saw the first snow in his life and it was with Khaira.
Radit laughed, "Aww... Sick tau." While his hand held his stomach that was hit by the elbow thrust of Khaira's hand.
"Mistake yourself, mode and temptation only. Yes, come in, Mom... It's been cold here for a long time."
Finally Radit and Khaira went back inside. Khaira chose to sit on the floor, slipping her legs. While Radit followed Khaira sitting on the floor.
"Why not sit on the couch? Cold tau."
"But, my legs are pegel."
"You want me to be incandescent." he bargained while looking at Khaira's face.
"Don't. No need Mas." refused as smooth as possible, so as not to hurt her husband's feelings.
"Yes, that's it." Radit shifted his seat.
Not long after, the man stood up and took something from his backpack.
"See this photo." Radit showed me some photos he took of the backpack.
"the photo? Whose photo?" khaira asked before receiving the photos from Radit's hands.
"Try to see."
Khaira received the photos, then her smiling face scanned each photo one by one.
"Photo of our childhood. Very funny." said Radit while sitting next to Khaira.
"Hmm, yeah. You're funny." Khaira points to a photo showing the Ammar and Wibisono families at the Jogja Kembali Museum.
"You're funny, too, beautiful. His grandfather said hello first." chirped Radit while chuckling amusedly.
"Guys? I don't have a sister." His mouth is pouting.
"His favorite brother Mas Adit dong, Aira is Mas Adit..." He answered while glancing his eyes.
"Yes, that means now we are big brothers" said Khaira seriously.
"No dong, now you're my wife. Only in practice can we be a variety of roles in our household life. We can be husband - wife, sister - adek, friend, even later become a father and mother for our children later." Radit paused for a moment. "And you're the only one for me, Khaira."
Khaira listens to Radit's every word. For some reason the days of living together with the man, hearing his stories, bit by bit the ice block in his heart slowly began to melt.
This is exactly what a married couple looks like in a marriage. The role of husband and wife can change with brother and sister, friends who can share stories with our partners, and become parents for our children later.
"Khai, there's one more photo. It's the funniest photo among the photos." again Radit tried to tease but he refused to show the photo to Khaira.
"What photo is Mas? Look at dong." Khaira tried to reach Radit's hand who was holding the photo.
"Mas, pinjem dong. What the hell is that photo?" Khaira is still trying to reach the photo that Radit still holds. The man laughed and held up the photo with his hand.
"Can't. I'm the only one who can see this picture."
Feeling embarrassed finally Khaira actually tried to tickle Radit. Khaira's fingers strike an amused point in Radit's stomach that leaves the man distraught. Radit chuckled amusedly and now he stood up. Feeling less tall, Khaira climbed the sofa to snatch the photo from Radit's hands. Khaira, who was focusing on the photo Radit was holding, did not realize that one of her legs was not stepping on the sofa properly. Khaira's body felt staggered, he felt like he was about to fall off the sofa.
Khaira screamed stifledly, closing her eyes, fear suddenly attacking her hoping that she would not stagger until she finally fell to the floor.